Qi Jingyi rubbed his nose.
"Brother Number Eight, caught a cold?" Qi Jingrong approached from the other side. "You are Brother Crown Prince's right-hand man; you can't afford to be ill..."
"Thank you for your concern, Tenth Brother," Qi Jingyi replied with his usual smile. "This sneeze of mine isn't due to a cold, but rather someone thinking about me. Didn't you see those magpies chattering away immediately? It means good news is coming..." With that, he continued walking outside, but after two steps, he stopped again. "That's right, I had forgotten to congratulate Tenth Brother. There is a new beauty in your estate, a joyful and auspicious event..." After finishing his words, he really left without any delay.
